i'm elected martyr. i didn't ask for it, but i got it. i'd have been better off if you'd let them hang me. i don't follow you. get out of here while there's still time. sorry, jubal. i'm here to stay. you should've let them hang me, mister, because that would've been right. you want a first-class reason? all right, i'll give you one. this'll get you out of here. blotching irons, running irons, hot wires for changing marks, hair knives. i told you i swore i wouldn't lose again. i was at alder creek with 50 head of judge garth's best steers when torgerson caught me dead to rights. that's just my luck. i make off with 200 head of cattle, and i get caught branding my own calf. ( tools clang ) if it hadn't have been for that calf, i-- look, i don't want my wife or boy to know. or the rest of them along the creek. they'll brand a maverick now and then, but ain't none of them rustlers. all i can do now is die. it'd be the only clean thing i did in 43 years of livin'. now, you want to help me? leave me here alone. let me finish that bottle of whi